The one thing that upsets me more than words can say,
Is how much we complain everyday
Clothes on our backs
Roofs above our heads
Food in our bellies
What more do we really need?
When so many people would kill
For a single meal
Are dieing of a curable disease,
Fear grips the hearts of many
Do we care? NO.
We don't know them
We never hear of them
Why should we help?
Simple,
Because it's the humane thing to do
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